Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Friday, December 19, 2008

spokn words if ya'll aint herd

poetry is rap is jazz is rap is poetrythere aint no difference but that velocityno shit homes they abid the same philosophyreplacing overly stoic institutionswith transitory theologyclap as the church rises to its feetbeat beat beat we are beat but beardlesswe share the same collesseumwe the descendents of emancipationistswe see modern day slaves and want to free emthis should be fundemental inherencybeyond primacyyou have only yr chains and minds to losei want to be your TVproject plastic plascicity over bright blue staticoh so wordyoh so dramatic butyr boom-bastic flip-flow fantasticsimpler sampler platter of individual culturea beat box of worldless enjoymentget back to animal sounds that occupy soul's employmentpoetic primacy without being trite or overly poetic.

like a fading star on a gray gray daybeneath the schismed sky of black projection i be the streetlightcall me a flashlight cus into yr darkness i shine a little lightcall me that white diamond in the eyes of yr headlightswill you lookor do you wear yr sunglasses at nightDo you count good days on two hands or towards infiniteare you a ten finger beingdoes that sound like something you want to be?or do you hug the night sky simply because it's there?do you wake and tongue kiss the open ovular throat lining of the bright-white-backed morning light?Do you buy yr anarchy sunglasses at hot topicor do you paint the concept onto the canvas of every last motherfuckn streetlight?I hear the mechanical horses clicketyclack in the distanceI see big floppy dildos made of steelmad floppy by wind towering to 40 story heightsmen foot binding their minds into grotesqueriesand grotesque technologiesand for what?a little bling-bling on the fake frosted tip of yr stale rappers delight?I once heard of a thing called rock and rollyou sit on a rock by the riverand roolll yr tongue to catch its fluid incantations.We are the books we'll never write.A grad stude jumped into a time machinerecognized the spark of future failures in its whipcrack winejumped off the craggy peaks of the Eades bridgeand no Icarus with self stitched wingssoars too high

So took flight.murderous mothefuckas craft meticulous materialmad mc’s kill pretendas like cerialspread dopeass tracks like diseases venerealif ya don’t see me its cus me I’m on firean dats my fresh to def lyrical.I hate yo god but I testify spiritualI hate yo fakeness so much I’m fo realya’lls possessions so materialya’alls obsessions so materialmy dispossessionthe crew I’m reppinso fo realthis is like churchif I was a preacherand ya’ll look up to melike I was a teacherand ya’ll ladies swoonlike ya’ll was believersI rocked till tha break a dawn so hard that dawn broke mewith a backpack fulla krylonsand head fulla dope beatssoaked Bits been rainin fo weeksstream of consciousness haunted hip-hop dreamswhite boy trapped in burbsbut a bird with that southbound winghear freights blow tunes to Georgiacats say I ain’t heard yet heard a yaI saw I be on the next rail out don’t sweat itI grab da mic speak my peace and forget itwhile ya’ll material cats got nothing but broken backs from my battle raps a repossessed chain and some bad credit.I use the obvious rhymes too case ya'll cats didn’t know ittake a good look at my face cus I be the last o the poets.